When nothing is left, I still have memories. Positives, negatives, fun times, bad times. You name it, I have it. Sure, I may enjoy my escape through video games, movies, hanging out with friends or whatever else, but in the end, when it's time to retire for the day, I think of everything that I have experienced. Though it's hard to keep the happy moments in my mind, there's always something that will spark the chain reaction. I may remember a person and their particular smile. The one that I may have helped to bring out of them. Then that makes me smile, knowing that I did something nice for someone else, so they could experience the joy that I do everyday. So that can forget about their troubles, like I try to do everyday. And I sigh in relief, knowing that I can sleep a little sounder because I made a difference.

And that's why I'm smiling. Always and forever.